think

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I think about a lot of things. I think about how the world can be so cruel. I think about how my family and friends will be affected when i’m gone. I think about where i will inevitably end up some day.

I think I think too much. I over think so many things. I think about what other people are doing too much. I care too much about what other people think of me. I hope that I can one day not be so deep…I think I should be more shallow.

What to think about. There is alot of things to think about in life. You have to think about all the choices you make both little and big. You have to think for tests and assignments. You have to think wisely. Some people don’t take the time to think.

all the time, I like to think. sometimes I think too much…. and it makes me sad. sometimes I assume the worst in people, things, happenings, whatever… .just because I think too much. thinking can be good, it makes my brain work… what else would i do, if I could n’t think? THINK! just think… becuase I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!! Oh what a world it would be, if I could just think up all the answers, if I could think of… I don’t know… things worth thinking about? what is worth thinking about? I think sixty seconds may be up? geeez… think, just think… I think about what my cat thinks about. is he thinking about going outside? about treats? about sleeping… what could a cat think about?

What else is there to do? Often, my actions reflect the opposite of my intentions, thus forcing me into the conundrum of feeling foolish or allowing myself to be recognized by others as a fool. Think? Dreaming, at least, is easier.

I sit here, alone with my thoughts. How can this be happening to me? What did I do wrong? It hits me like a ton of bricks. I did nothing. This is not my fault. If they want to walk out of my life, so be it. They can handle the consequences. I stand from the couch slowly and walk out of the house, keys dangling from my finger. It’s time to go out and do some damage.

Think
Think about where you have been in life
Think about where you are in life
Think about where you want to be in life, what you want to do, what you want to accomplish. Think about the future and where it could take you, what you could possibly become.

I think about him all the time. It’s not my fault, I can’t help what I think. I can’t help how far my mind takes me. Like the fact that I’ve already picked out our house complete with picket fence. And in my mind, we’ve married and already had and made up from our first fight. And believe me – the making up was mind blowing.

Hard. Think back to when their voices chimed in your ears. Feel those vibrations tickling down the side of you face and trickling down your back. Sound used to be so sharp, and it pierced you on the day of the explosion. Your drums beat the hardest and it was the most beautiful disaster.

how does one think about thinking? thinking about thoughts, how ironic. isn’t that how deeper ideas are formed? by picking apart different ideas and diving deeper into the brain. making different connections

I like to think of all things as equal. But at the same time they are not. While one may look at a bird and say, “that is a beautiful bird,” one will also look at a toad and think, “That is a hideous toad.” What right does man kind have to say whether something is beautiful or not. Coherent thought gives us superiority over the animals. And that’s how we decide what is beautiful…and what is not.

He leans his back on the chair as his eyes gazes on the ceiling. “I have no hope,” he tells inwardly to himself. He grabs the gun inside his pocket and pulls the trigger. “This is then only thing I can do.”

Think about everything you went through in your life, all those moments when you looked up and said hell what am I doing? Well what if that all leads to the moments where you discover what you are supposed to be doing. It’s simple really, fate. It’s the meaning of life.

I think I think too much some times. The more I mull something over the worse of an idea it seems. For example, I thought for weeks about who to take to semi. Weeks. And by then everyone was already taken. Then, I let myself go for one second- one second, and bam. I have the sweetest, most wonderful and handsome date for semi. I think I’ll try thinking less.

thinking is hard sometimes. Sometimes your brain won’t stop shouting at you, and it meddles with things and give you false hope. But sometimes there’s nothing to think about. And it’s at those times when you wish the voices where still there.

Thinking is a beautiful concept. Our thought process is so wide and can involve so much. Sometimes we over-think while other times we think too little. However by thinking, regardless of how much or how little, we’re still exercising our brains and formulating new ideas.

why think? about what? Who even thinks anymore? I don’t think anyone thinks anymore, humans just do now.. No thinking involved, just doing. No thought as to what you’re about to do to a person, you just do it without a freaking care in the world.

I think i can, i think i can. sometimes i cant think because I have a headache. that headache usually comes from thinking too much, like from work, and from staring at a screen, like I am now. remember when we were kids and the parents said not to sit too close to the tv? and now I’m sitting right in front of a lighted screen, staring away.

To think is a wonderful thing. We can rationalize, consider, contemplate, and argue situations with a great organ known as the brain. By saying that we won’t think is to say that we won’t live. We will just exist, doing nothing, saying nothing, enjoying nothing. Thinking is what gives us joy, happiness, and life itself.

When I think about the stuff I have to do I want to hurl babies at a brick wall and watch them bleed. College is so hard. Who decided this was a good idea? Someone, enlighten me. Im paying money to hate my life. My empty life.

It’s something I tend to over-do, but never seem to get quite right. I often wonder why I don’t seem to find many others who do it the same way as me… Or sometimes I find those who do. And they’re long dead authors. Which is a bit depressing, I really want to have conversations with them. Like C.S. Lewis. Or Oswald Chambers. Fantastic guys.

He was thinking about the day she left him stranded at the train. A lone ticket dangled from his finger tips and her last words, “Sorry, kid, but you’re just going to have to miss me” rang though his mind. The wind was rough and tore at his clothes, but he took no notice of it.

I think and my mind starts to whirl. I want to have deep thoughts, but all I do is hop like a rabbit in every direction possible. But I’m never bored at least. There are so many things I can do with some spare time if I could just make up my mind about what I want to do before the time is up.